Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Why won’t the words come?
Blank like a cloud-filled sky—
Why I wonder—why?
Why can I not sing
Freely
Perched up high
In the sky,
A nightingale
Singing her song
Even when I cry.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 2, 2026.
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Ah my friend here we have a great example of a contradiction "as blank as a cloud-filled sky" Led astray, the reader goes on. But is not a cloud filled sky full not blank? Is it you that can not sing freely or is it that you are feely perched up in the sky. I love such ambiguities for it gives such freedom of interpretation. Well done Tristan
Soren, what a wonderful observation. The contradiction is intentional, obviously. A cloud-filled sky can feel blank to the person searching for clear skies, just as a writer can feel wordless while still being full of thoughts and emotions. I'm glad you enjoyed the ambiguity, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🐦⬛
You are most welcome my friend
good write my friend
Thank you, Norman, my friend. I always appreciate your support and encouragement. I'm glad this little nightingale found its song with you. 🌹🖤🙏🐦⬛
it most definitely did
Doh! The sound of a glug drowned out the poor nightingale! lol.
Haha! Orchi, poor thing never stood a chance. One mighty glug and the entire woodland chorus packed up and went home. 🌙🐦🙏✨
Lol.
Beautiful work.
Thank you, Thomas! Much appreciated! 🌙🐦🙏✨
Several points of view and experiences threading along almost simultaneously. 🙏🕊️
Thank you, Arqios. That's a fascinating way of putting it. I'm glad those threads spoke to you, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🐦⬛
Indeed, they did; you are most welcome, friend 🕊️🙏
A beautiful cry for help.An enjoyable read mi amigo
David, writer's block is a strange beast. Sometimes the only thing left to do is write about not being able to write. 😊 Glad you enjoyed it, my friend. 🌙🐦🙏✨
I love this, full of meaning and imagery. 🌹
Thank you, dearest Teddy! Glad you enjoyed it, my friend. 🌙🐦🙏✨
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